Amber looked to the woman before her in confusion, her brow naturally arching. “I’m sorry, but… Do I know you?”
“Not really. But, unfortunately for you, you happened to catch the eye of my dear husband. So, dear Amber, I’m afraid that I’m going to have to have some fun with you.” She was a blonde, and also was clearly insane from the sound of it.
Amber sighed, shaking her head. “Listen, I’m really sorry, but… If it’s all the same to you, there’s somewhere I need to be.” She made as if to check her watch, only to blink in confusion. Had her hand always been that shade?
“Oh, I see that you’re starting to realize it.” The woman laughed coquettishly. “That subtle shift of color, from peach to an exquisite shade of blue. You know, no two berries are the same. Some turn up aqua, some turn up violet… I think you’re going to be a delightful shade of royal blue.”
“W-what are you talking about?” Amber stammered, taking a frantic step backward from the lunatic. A strange smell hit her nostrils, one that she couldn’t shake no matter how hard she tried. It was as though she’d entered a vineyard, one that had been freshly picked. There was a sweet crispness to it that reminded her of fruit.
“I’m talking about you.” The blonde closed the space between them with a long stride, her delicate fingers caressing the curve of Amber’s cheek. “I, Janet Von Delden, hereby curse you to a life of roundness, a life of swelling, juicing, and pulp.”
“Listen, Jan-urp.” The frightened girl’s hands flew to her lips, and a cool flush spread across her cheeks. Her belly gurgled, and an ache settled through it as it began to swell. She looked down to her stomach in shock, staring at its growth. “Oh my God! You can’t be serious!”
She couldn’t see it, but the blue had spread across her face as well. Rather than a pink blush caressing her cheeks, her features were clad in a rich violet. Her eyes had lost their brown luster in favor of an oceanic hue, and even her brown locks looked as though they’d been stained.
“See, that’s what I like about you mortals. All that talk about ‘your God’, not thinking to become divinity yourselves.” Janet chuckled, her hands trailing lower, following the curvature of the woman’s body down to the massive curve of her engorging gut.
Amber’s body had doubled in heft already, and there was no end to it in sight. She’d seen people dressed in inflatable sumo outfits before, and her appearance reminded her of that… Only she wasn’t inflated with air, she was being filled with juice.
Perversely, her arms and legs weren’t growing. Rather, the growth seemed to be constrained to her face and belly. While her cute heart-shaped features had settled at a state of ‘rotund’, her belly had continued into an inhuman territory. She was as round as a ball, her blue skin so taut that it shimmered with her panicked sweat.
Amber let out a small squeak, losing her balance to a jiggling jolt of growth from her belly. Her butt hit the ground, and she actually bounced from the motion. Much to her shame and distaste alike, her posterior had plumped as well, growing wider and softer. Worst of all was the feeling of juice inside it, a sloshing wetness that spoke of just how bizarrely juicy she was becoming.
She felt a clench between her legs, and a sudden wet feeling left her head spinning. The girl looked down to find her yoga pants stained with a deep azure. Her bouncing began to still, but that didn’t help her in the slightest. Her bloating form was getting so large that she could feel her belly pressing against her thighs; lifting her arms.
Another babbling whimper trailed from her blue lips, and she looked down to her body to realize that she couldn’t see past her engorged breasts. The girl was as round as she had been tall now, and there was still no end to her growth in the slightest. Memories of her petite human figure trailed through her head, totally at odds with the current state of her globe-like frame.
“Mnn, such a silly berry.” Janet cooed, lasciviously slipping atop Amber’s rotund form. Her right leg trailed across Amber’s engorging right breast, and she girl let out a tremulous whimper. “I bet you’re just so glad my hubby happens to be allergic to berries, aren’t you? There’s no way he’d like you as you are now.”
Amber had thought that she was round before. How naïve she had been. The current state of her form had redefined the word, leaving her so large that her bloated berry body would tower over her old tiny figure. She could feel the witch atop her needing to adjust her posture, spreading her legs wider to better accommodate a berry that was bigger than a bus.
“P-please! I don’t even know him!” Amber struggled not to moan even as her vast belly consumed more of her arms and legs, the limbs sinking into the soft roundness of her form. She could feel the warm juiciness of her body around the limbs, and she struggled to wiggle them. The most she managed was a frantic flapping of her hands and feet, and she sent a panicked gaze towards the witch.
Janet only laughed. The melody of her voice was echoed by a loud popping, the seams of Amber’s shirt splitting one by one. Her yoga pants were a little better designed, and new tears ran through them, exposing more and more doughy flesh.
Amber’s plumping lips parted to let out a shuddering moan, hating how much she enjoyed the sensation of berry body baring itself. The air was so cool against her hot form, and her meaty blue frame jiggled and wobbled beneath Janet’s weight.
“W-why does it feel good?” Amber whimpered, wiggling her hands and wobbling her body. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she rocked back and forth in a blind panic. The motions pressed her already-tight underwear harder against her, bra squeezing against her breasts and her panties digging between her legs.
“Because, silly berry,” Janet trailed her hand between Amber’s blue breasts, “the more pleasurable it is, the more permanent it is. Why, if you succumb to this, you might just happen to lose every last bit of that mind of yours. And wouldn’t that be such a shame?” The witch giggled, then undid the front clasp of Amber’s bra, letting her breasts bounce free.
Amber’s eyes widened and she gasped, the rational part of her brain washing away to a torrent of blissful juice. She almost gave in then and there, her hands flapping in a berry ecstasy that she’d never dreamed of. The massive ball of her body was sensitive, too sensitive! It was almost too much.
Her spherical frame went spread eagle, and she jiggled slightly, chewing on her lower lip. It tasted like blueberry, and sticky tears trailed from her eyes. That was enough for her to regain some semblance of herself, and she struggled to remain as still as possible.
As long as she didn’t move, she wouldn’t feel pleasure. That was all she had to do, it was so maddeningly simple. And yet… She wanted to. The girl let out a whimper, drool trailing down past her chin. “I’m… Na… A… Berreee…” She slurred.
“Well, you look like one.”
Amber shuddered in horror. Somehow she’d forgotten Janet was there.
“And you feel like one…” Janet continued, her slender human fingers caressing one of Amber’s blue berry nipples.
“N-nuhhh…” Amber protested feebly, her head lolling back. She could feel the juice sloshing about inside herself again, starting to fill her once more. She was so pulpy and round already, and she knew that anything more would spell the end of her appearing as anything other than a fruit.
Of course, Janet didn’t listen. Amber hadn’t expected her to, and, in a sick way, she didn’t want her to. She moaned as she felt the woman grab one of her fat tits, pulling on her nipple as though she was a cow. Much as Amber hated to admit it, the comparison was an apt one. Each of her breasts were as large as her human torso had been, and her nipples were large enough that Janet could wrap two hands around them and still not have her fingers meet-a fact that didn’t keep Janet from trying, tugging against Amber’s tit with both hands.
“HUUUGH!!! OOOOH!” Amber couldn’t think of words; couldn’t think of anything other than the gushing, flowing juice that jetted from her nipple. It sprayed back down upon her blue flesh, pattering onto her skin.
Her belly gurgled again, and the girl knew what would come next. She didn’t care, it was too pleasurable, too good. She tried to moan again, but her berry bulk swallowed her head whole, muffling her cries. Her hands and feet popped into her body as well, little more than small divots marking the fact that she’d ever had limbs.
The only thing about her was a juicy, dripping pussy, spurting juice into panties that had, until this moment, remained stubbornly attached to her spherical figure. This proved to be a little too much for her, and a loud pop sounded through the room as they finally popped free.
Amberry didn’t care. She… Amberry? That… Didn’t sound right. She…
The woman atop the berry’s body hopped off, sending a jiggling shudder through her ripe, sloshy frame.
WASAGOODBERRY! Berry gushed with pleasure, rocking gently back and forth, awash to the sensations of her round body. She couldn’t moan, couldn’t smile, couldn’t do anything to express herself other than squirt with juice and soak her surroundings. She didn’t care. Berry was good berry…